Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.
I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true.
Symptom RecitalI do not like my state of mind;I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.I hate my legs, I hate my hands,I do not yearn for lovelier lands.I dread the dawn's recurrent light;I hate to go to bed at...
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.